When The Cat’s Astray, The Mice Will Pay

(I am out picking up food for clients who are coming in for a meeting later that day. My boss comes with me to tell me what to get.)

Me: “Okay, we’ve got cheese, crackers, wine… what else do we need?”

Boss: “Look at this ice cream! It’s the best. You have to try it!”

Me: “No, that’s okay. I don’t want any.”

Boss: “Go on, get some! I’ll just charge it to the clients. No one has to know.”

Me: “What? No, don’t do that!”

Boss: “Well, you’re just f***ing BORING then!”